Getting out of bed Jess crossed his bedroom and looked in the mirror. He still had the scar. Nick had back handed him one time; just for good measure. But a ring on his right hand had sliced into Jess’s cheek, just below the bone, and sent blood spatter across the room. It left a one-inch scar. Unconsciously, he traced the it and watched as his reflection copied his every move exactly. If he could have one wish, it would be to go back in time and never go to camp.
~Elise Oziel
1 comment:
the begining to your story, nice!
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